In the quiet hours before dawnâs light, A mother whispers dreams into the air, Her gentle touch, a beacon through…
In the shadows where love should bloom, Lies a garden left to decay, The echoes of laughter long forgotten, In…
In the quiet dawn, her heart awakens, Cradling dreams with tender hands, A world of wonder she creates, In her…
In the quiet dawn, her whispers start, A melody of love, a gentle art. Her hands, like soft petals, weave…
In the quiet corners of the mind, she dwells,The echoes of lullabies, softly she tells.A motherâs heart, a poetâs soul…
In the quiet of the morning light, Her gentle hands begin to weave, Stories of love in every touch, A…
In the gentle cradle of her arms, A world of warmth and tender charms, She weaves a tapestry of dreams,…
In the quiet dawn, a whisper starts, A gentle call, a beating heart. Her arms, a cradle, warm and wide,…
In the quiet of the night, a gentle stir, A tiny life begins its whispered song. Beneath the stars, a…
In the quiet dawn, her whispers start, A gentle lullaby, a work of art. Her love, a beacon through the…